My bed is my island

Those who know me know that I am not a "bed" person. I am not one of those people who always seem to be asleep or napping when you call them. In fact, I am usually doing something that is the exact opposite of sleeping when my friends call... working out, shopping, on my computer. But my bed is my island. I have always kinda had this idea that when I am relaxing on my bed, sleeping in my bed, reading on my...well you get the gist, my bed is my safe haven. Nothing can harm me, I am perfectly safe there. My Bible is within reach, as is my gratitude journal. So that probably explains how I ended up there on New Year's Eve night. All that day, I had these visions of being at a fabulous soiree. I made a dozen calls to find out where"the party" was going to be, only to end up on the island. Now the island is not a bad place to be, everyone seems to feel welcome. My BFF was visiting from Virginia during the holidays. She spent the night in the guest room but the next morning she hopped on the island and watched tv with me. She didnt ask first, she knows she doesnt have to. That's life on the island. Maybe I'll christen it, give it a name...Christa Rica, Chrimaica, Chrihamas, Chriwaii, St. Christa.